"Take your clothes off"

Hilda put her hand to her chest in outrage. "Excuse me?"

The drow simply repeated his statement and pointed to a wooden crate behind him. "Put clothes here. Then you see queen."

Hilda was dumbfounded. Was she really expected to have an audience with Queen Pookie with no clothes on? She knew the dark elves were backward from being underground for so long, but to hold diplomatic meetings in the nude? This was beyond the pale. "Is that absolutely necessary?"

Although, perhaps there was a good reason for it. Maybe they needed to check her for illicit materials or contraband. Or perhaps Pookie intended to hold their meeting in a sauna or pool, somewhere, and getting undressed was a practical concern. The thought of a sauna made Hilda's face run cherry, and she shook her head to try and clear the naughty thoughts threatening to break through.

The translator sighed. "You must be undressed for queen. Move along, now." He spoke firmly, which was enough to spur Hilda to action. She started by unbuttoning her woolen shirt and dropping it on the ground with her armor. The drow groaned, and Hilda looked at him quizzically. The drow pointed again to the crate and Hilda realized she was supposed to put her things in there.

Looking at him apologetically, Hilda lifted her shirt into the basket and proceeded to unhook her belt. She had to hold up her ill-fitting pants with one hand as she reached down to unlace her boots. They weren't armored like the rest of her outfit had been, but they were quite sturdy hiking boots she'd gotten on a trip to dwarven country. They were suitible for the mines there, so it made sense to bring them to the underdark as well. It was a shame, then, that she needed to deposit them away right as she arrived.

Next came her socks, which left her bare tootsies on the cold stone floor. She made a mental note to pay extreme mind to the stain in the corner as she tossed them into the crate. The drow, meanwhile, had begun throwing her armor into the crate with her other clothes, which clanked together in a loud noise that made Hilda yelp and drop her pants. She left her prized possession out in the open: a pair of black spider-silk panties adorned with a spiderweb pattern, which she'd gotten from a drow ambassador on the surface in an story for another day. She wanted to pull her pants back up, but the drow grabbed them off the floor and tossed them into the crate before she could say anything. "Come on, 'chop-chop' as you say," he droned.

Hilda quickly removed her black undershirt, revealing her gray, unflattering bra. She had hoped to wear something more flattering to a diplomatic meeting, but had few options available for... well, reasons pertaining to another story that we don't have time for. Let's just say Hilda had learned her lesson not to dry her laundry outside during harpy nesting season. And in any case, she hadn't thought she be showing off her underwear while on this quest, nor the girdle wrapped around her shapely belly that she just realized was now on full display. "Is, umm... is this acceptable?" she asked, already feelign quite humiliated.

The drow shook his head. "All clothes, Sk'ittm'aa."

Hilda had no idea what that word meant, but assumed it was some kind of formal title befitting a dignitary. Finding it flattering, Hilda unhooked her bra, unlatched her girdle, and reluctantly pulled down her precious panties to leave herself completely naked before her escort. Her belly folds and soft, saggy boobs were on full display, along with her slightly unkempt bush that she'd been meaning to shave for some time, but hadn't gotten around to it quite yet. She held her hands awkwardly over her pussy, not fully covering it. "O-okay, I'm... I'm done."

"Almost." The drow approached Hilda and reached to her face. Hilda blushed even more deeply before the man pulled off her helmet that she'd forgotten she was still wearing, letting her brown hair fall down her back. "Now, you are ready."

"Oh, good." Hilda chirped, watching as the last of her clothes were placed in the crate. "Will I, uh, get those back later?" The drow just looked at her strangely as her placed the top back on the box. He beckoned her to follow him as he marched out of the room and toward a lit set of stairs. "Oh, okay." Hilda murmered, following him while watching her step for sharp rocks.